#just one trick though and it wasn't anything major

[munsonsmixtapes]

For your filthy requests, first time using handcuffs with Eddie 💜

yup yup!

dom!Eddie x shy!fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (f receiving) fingering, use of handcuffs, finger sucking

To say that your sex life with Eddie was boring was and overstatement. It wasn't so much boring as it was a little vanilla. Not to say it wasn't good, but you were in the mood to spice it up. He had been your first and only and now that you were getting more comfortable with him, you were looking for ways to make it more interesting.

But as much as you were looking to explore the different ways the two of you could fuck, you were also kind of afraid. There was a whole other world out there and you were a little scared to try something new.

Eddie, to no surprise was very excited once you told him what you had wanted to do. The only reason why he had kept the sex very basic was because of you. He wanted you to be comfortable, perfectly fine with taking things slow. But now that you told him you were looking to get a little more kinky, he couldn't have been more happy to show you all of his tricks.

So, in order for the two of you to figure it all out, he decided to take you to a sex shop. He had been a few times, but had never had the guts to buy anything. He felt weird and awkward just being there, but seeing you so fascinated by everything made him feel a bit better.

He walked in with so much confidence, which didn't surprise you because he was a frequent shopper there. The man was a freak to say the least and you knew that much going into your relationship. He already owned a ton of things he could have used, but wanted for you to have something for yourself, whether he had it or not.

And you hadn't even stepped foot in one before. Eddie was sure of it, had even asked you as much. You didn't know the purpose of the majority of it, but it still intrigued you. All of the gadgets meant for self pleasure. You didn't even know that that many things were made with the intention of being inserted.

Sure, you had used a vibrator, but only once. It was an odd sensation, the buzzing felt very strange being in that part of your body so you tossed it into your drawer and never touched it again. Your fingers did the trick just fine.

You stepped further inside, Eddie pulling you along and you were grateful that he couldn't see the blush on your face. Going to a sex shop by yourself was one thing, but with your boyfriend was another. If you ended up buying anything, you'd have to take it to the counter and then the cashier would not only know what kind of kinks the two of you were into, but also what you were going to get up to that afternoon.

There was something on the wall that caught your eye, though. A pair of fuzzy, red handcuffs that were hanging amongst a bunch of other pairs along the walls at the back of the shop. You slowly reached out and plucked the pair closest to you from the hook and held them in your hands, deciding that those were what you wanted to go with.

Eddie eyed you, wondering what was going through your head as you stared down at the handcuffs, noticing that you were almost embarrassed to be holding them. He took them from you and shamelessly walked up to the counter, slapping them down onto it with a loud clank.

He smiled at the cashier who didn't seem to care in the slightest about what you were buying, which eased your nervousness. They typed something into the register and scanned the handcuffs and put them in the bag before telling you the total. You reached for your wallet, but Eddie was already putting his card into the machine before you could get to yours.

Your cheeks went hot as the bag was held out to you, but Eddie took, thanking the employee before taking your hand and pulling you out of the store. You got into his van, staring down at the bag that was now sitting between the two of you, the bright red color seeping through the thin plastic. He was going to use them on you. At least, that was your assumption since you weren't exactly comfortable using them on him yet. Maybe next time.

Eddie pulled up to your house and pulled you to the door, very much looking forward to using the new toy, and also very grateful that your roommates weren't home so the two of you could be as loud as you wanted.

You followed him up the stairs to your room, feeling your heart race in your chest as the door slammed behind you. You were nervous, but also excited, wanting to finally see Eddie's dominate, kinky side. The side he had been hesitant to show you when you first got together, but now you were both ready.

"Do whatever you want," you told him, stepping closer as he dropping the bag onto the bed. "Tell me what to do. Use me." He never thought he'd hear his shy girl utter those words, but he was loving it, eating up that you were ever only going to be this way just for him.

"Let's talk first," he said, taking your hands in his. "You're free to back out at any time. If you don't like it, tell me and we can stop. I won't be mad at you. This is for both of us. Yeah, I'll be taking the reigns, but that doesn't mean you have to listen to me when I tell you to do something you don't want to do." You had heard him say some iteration of those words many times, but you appreciated that he was repeating himself, emphasizing that your comfort was important to him.

"I understand, Eddie," you nodded and could see his eyes going dark, the gears that were turning in his head as looked down at you. His tongue ran over his bottom lip before he took it into his mouth. He was so hot that it was unfair.

He pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips then pulled away slowly, trying to hold back a smile as you tried to chase his lips. He stood there arms crossed over his chest as his eyes raked over your body. You hadn't even gotten undressed and already felt naked from his stare.

"Strip for me," he said, his tone authoritative and you were wondering why you found it so hot to be bossed around. You did as you were told, moving your hands up your skirt-the one he had insisted that you wear because he loved seeing how it hugged your hips, making your ass look absolutely incredible. "Slowly."

You grabbed hold of the thong you had worn just for him and gingerly pulled at the waistband, pulling it down as slowly as you could, trying your best to put on a flirty look.

Eddie was trying to keep his cool but he was already losing it, wanting to see your naked body even though he had seen it so many times that he could memorize every inch, every curve, every single mark. He was going to cum in his pants just from watching you strip. He knew it.

The thong dropped to the floor and you picked them up before making your way over to him. You pressed yourself against him, your lips finding his as you slid your tongue into his mouth, slipping the thong into his back pocket. Just as he was about to respond to your kiss, you pulled away, moving back to where you were standing to continue from where you left off.

Your eyes bored into his as you reached up and slid down the zipper on the side of your skirt, pushing it down and letting it pool at your feet, giving Eddie a full view of your naked bottom half. He felt himself salivate as he thought about burying his face into your cunt, licking and sucking up every last bit of your slick, wanting to taste you. He wanted to do it so slowly, to not only savor the flavor, but to also hear you whine, to beg for him, your loud cries as you asked him to move faster. 

You were getting wetter by the second as you removed your top, seeing the way that he was looking at you, as if he wanted to absolutely devour you. And you’d let him. You’d let him do anything he wanted to you. That was how much power he had over you and you were perfectly happy giving that role to him. 

“Fuck,” he rasped, stepping close to you, wanting to touch you, but wanting to let you finish stripping even more. He restrained himself as you reached for your bra, unclasping it as slowly as you could, wanting him to wait even longer, seeing how close he was and you hadn’t even done anything yet. You undid each clasp one by one, watching his eyes getting even darker as you did so. The bra was then tossed to the floor, you now standing there, fully naked. 

Eddie stepped forward, taking your naked body in your hands as he pressed you to him, his lips finding yours in a messy kiss. His hands roamed over every inch of skin he could find, not even searching for anything, but just wanting to feel you. His hands found your ass, resting there gently as he slid his tongue into your mouth, letting it roam around lazily as he gave it a squeeze, trying to hold back a laugh as you gasped into your mouth. 

“Now you undress me,” he said, taking your hands and guiding them to his shirt. He pulled away and let you take his shirt off, throwing it to the side as you took in his tattoos, the ones you knew so well that you could have drawn them from memory. “Take your time,” he instructed, his voice softer, more flirty. “I know you like to check me out.” And you did. Probably more than he liked to do to you. 

You then went to his jeans, already seeing his rock hard cock tenting in them. You unbuttoned them and slowly moved the zipper down, pushing them down his legs until they fell to his ankles. He kicked them to the side then let you take off his boxers, his cock springing free as you did so. As soon as he was also naked, the dark look in his eyes took over again. 

“On the bed,” he said, retrieving the handcuffs from the bag. You did as you were asked and got onto the mattress, waiting for further instruction. “Back against the headboard.” You moved to where you were against the headboard, wincing at the cold metal against your back. 

Eddie followed you, unlocking the handcuffs then crawling towards you, stopping when he was at your side. He looped the chain behind one of the metal bars then took both of your wrists, locking them above your head. He then grabbed hold of your chin, titling your head up to look at him, feeling his dick harder even more as he saw your eyes cloud with lust. 

“Gonna be a good girl for me, hm?” He asked and you nodded. “Use your words.”

“I will.” He loved how obedient you were, how he only had to say the words once for you to comply. Doing this kind of thing with you was definitely going to be fun.

“You’ll what?” He asked, his face getting closer to yours, his hot breath fanning your face.

“I’ll be a good girl.” That sentence shouldn’t have made him as hard as it did. Hearing you say the words did something to him that he couldn’t explain.

“Good,” he nodded in approval before pressing a featherlight kiss to your lips. “I think you deserve a treat for that.” He pressed another kiss then moved his way down your body, sucking on several spots until he got to the spot right above your cunt. 

“Spread your legs for me,” he said and you did, giving him a great view of your sopping wet cunt. “Look at you,” he chuckled, “already wet for me and we haven’t done anything yet.” 

Eddie lowered himself onto the bed, taking each of your legs and draping them over his shoulders so he had more access to you. It was something you were used to, the only difference being that you weren’t going to be able to grab onto his hair the way you liked to. 

Without warning, he shoved his face into your cunt, his nose brushing it, causing you to gasp, just like you did every time. He got to work quickly, sucking on your clit, taking his time, not feeling like he needed to rush like usual. He swirled his tongue around the spot and you let out a whine, music to Eddie’s ears. 

He continued, working on that one spot for now, wanting you to beg for the rest. He knew he said that you deserved a treat, but now he wanted you to work for it. You began to squirm, making it harder for Eddie to continue, he tried, but just when he’d find the spot again, you’d move out of his way. He grabbed hold of your thighs to hold you steady before pulling away from you, just enough to look you in the eyes.

“Needy tonight are we?” He asked. “Gonna have to beg for me, baby girl.” 

“Eddie,” you whined and raised his hand to where you could see it, moving his fingers back and forth as if to ask for more. “Eddie, please,” you begged and he felt like he needed just a little more. 

“Need you so bad.” You were desperate now and that was just what he needed to continue. He grabbed your legs and put them back over his legs, getting back into position. His face found its way into your cunt once again and he went back to your clit, mouthing at it with his lips, teasing you before going in for a suck. 

Eddie flicked his tongue back and forth as he continued to suck, wanting to taste you as much as possible, never being able to get enough of you. He then moved down to your slit, tonguing it languidly, wanting to take his time, wanting to give you the best head of your life. 

You let out a loud moan and he loved how he could get you off with barely any effort. That he had just started and you were already being so loud, so enthusiastic about what he was doing to you. That was one thing he always loved about being intimate with you. That no matter what you were doing, you always just seemed to be happy to be there. 

He pulled away briefly to give his mouth a break and inserted his fingers, an even louder moan escaping your mouth. He pumped in and out slowly, watching your every move. The only thing he enjoyed more than eating you out was watching you get off, seeing just how crazy he made you, how he knew exactly what you liked and how to get you there. 

“If you think this is good,” he said, moving further up the bed, leaning over you so that his lips were right by your ear. “Just think about what it’ll feel like when I'm inside you. I’m going to fuck you until you until you can’t walk. I want you to scream my name as loud as you can, letting the whole neighborhood know exactly who owns you.” 

Your eyes widened at his words. You knew he had a mouth on him, but he had never been that filthy with you, not until now. And you liked it, hoping that now that you had reached this point in your relationship that he would continue to speak to you that way. 

“Now give me some sugar, sugar.” With his other hand, he cupped your cheek, leaning down to press his lips yours, his fingers still fucking you as he did so. The whole thing was so overstimulating, but there was no way in hell that you were going to ask him to stop. 

His lips moved with yours seamlessly as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, the movement never ceasing. He deepened the kiss by dipping his tongue into your mouth, letting it swirl around, just as he curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot to make you orgasm. 

You screamed into his mouth and Eddie was quick to swallow it, letting it die on his lips as he continued to kiss you, removing his fingers from you before pulling away, letting you come down from your climax. 

He watched you, seeing how you were staring at his fingers that were covered in your slick and he looked from you to his fingers, an idea popping into his head. He scooted closer to you so that he was right next to you, hovering his fingers over your face. 

“Want a taste, sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Yes,” was all you were able to say and he brought his fingers closer to your mouth.

“Open up.” You did as he asked and he slid his fingers inside, his eyes glazing over as he watched your mouth close around them. “Now suck.” You sucked on his fingers, so focused on him that you weren’t even paying attention to how it tasted. His eyes were the darkest they had ever been, his pupils blown so wide that they almost looked black with a small ring of brown around them. 

You swirled your tongue around his digits and Eddie let a whimper pass his lips as he watched you closed your eyes, clearly enjoying what you were doing. Before he could get too into it, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, causing your eyes to flutter open, staring back at him so innocently as if you hadn’t just done something so filthy. 

Eddie then climbed off the bed to retrieve a condom from the bedside table, opening it quickly and rolling it onto his cock. He was already leaking and he needed to fuck you right then your he wasn’t going to make it. 

He slowly inserted himself inside you, grabbing onto your hips as he did so. He began to thrust slowly, wanting you to bed for his cock even more. He had done this previously, but now he was in the mood to be even more of a tease than he had in the past. He paused and looked up at you, that damn shit-eating grin making its way upon his lips.

You looked at him with that fire in your eyes, that look that always made you look so damn irresistible. With your kiss bitten lips and how fucked out you already looked. God, he was so in love with you and he didn’t even have to try. 

“Gotta beg, sweetheart,” he said, still smiling down at you. 

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me-”

“You’ll do what? In case you forgot, your hands are literally tied.” A chuckle fell from his lips before he ran his bottom lip over them. He then continued to thrust, moving at a very slow pace, still trying to get you to beg for him. 

“Eddie, please,” you whined again and that seemed to do the trick because he pounded into you, causing you to let out another loud moan. He continued, harder and faster, wanting to see how many times he could make you cum in a short span of time. Seeing the look on your face, it seemed that you were already very close

“That’s it, baby girl,” he cooed. “Just like that. Taking me so well.” His motions got even faster and harder, his hips bucking against you and because of how rough he was being, you could have sworn that he was going to split you open. Not that you cared. You would have let Eddie do whatever he damn well pleased.

“I think I’m gonna-” Your sentence was cut off by you reaching your orgasm, his name falling from your lips in the form of a scream. That had to be a record for the fastest he had ever been able to get you there. Eddie’s movements continued, though, still trying to set the record, wanting you to cum over and over again until you were absolutely fucked out. Seeing the way the sweat was rolling down your body, it seemed that you were already halfway there. 

Your legs were like jello and you were already feeling a little pain from the handcuffs, but you didn’t want to stop. You were into it just as much as Eddie was, wanting him to keep going as long as you both still had the stamina. He kept fucking into you, keeping up his pace, seeing that you were on the edge of yet another orgasm. 

“Got one more in you, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice soft now. 

“One more,” you slurred, suddenly feeling more tired than you did just a moment ago. He hit just the right spot for one more orgasm to rip through you, your back arching as the scream left your mouth. Eddie then slowed his pace until he came to a complete stop. He then pulled out and disposed of the condom before grabbing a towel to clean the two of you up. 

Once you were all set, he grabbed the key that came with the handcuffs and unlocked them, releasing your wrists from them. He then put them along with the key into your bedside table before pulling you into his arms, bringing his face between your tits. 

“Did so good, doll,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the skin then leaning up to look you in the eyes. “Let’s get you dressed, hm?” He removed himself from the bed and made his way to your dresser to grab some pajamas for you to wear. 

You tried to follow him, but as soon as your feet hit the floor, your legs gave out, causing you to almost fall to the floor, but Eddie caught you before you could. He just let out a laugh as he held onto you, helping you sit on the bed. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, alright? Let me dress you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and watched him get dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he had left there before he grabbed your favorite pajamas set. He put your arms through the sleeves and buttoned the shirt up before putting a pair of underwear on you, followed by the shorts. He then helped you into your side of the bed before getting in on the other side. 

Eddie pulled you to his chest, pressing multiple kisses to your lips as your eyes fluttered closed because of how tired you were. His hands lazily ran up and down your back as he murmured sweet nothings against your lips, pulling away when he realized that you had fallen asleep. 

“Next time, you can handcuff me,” he said as he rested his chin on top of your forehead. 

“Good,” you nodded, snuggling further into his chest. “Because you’ve been a bad boy.” Eddie just laughed at that, knowing that you were right and let you fall asleep as his hands still moved up and down your back, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have you.

[partycatty]

Do you plan on continuing new tricks?

perchance.

bi-han > distract me (new tricks 2)

bi-han feels conflicting emotions after your spur-of-the-moment revenge hookup. what better way to relieve that stress through more spur-of-the-moment sex?

warnings: nsfw lol, mean bi-han (so just regular ass bi-han) (seriously i headcanon this man as a MAJOR asshole, like he ain't giving you princess treatment babe), this is a direct sequel, skip halfway down for the porn without plot.

notes: i have never been begged for a pt2 harder than i have for this one-shot. who would've thought y'all would froth this hard! enjoy!

PART 1

johnny's whiny, frustrated voice made your smile curl ear to ear. you won the stupid war he stirred up, and a sense of relief washed over you knowing that johnny's antics would stop.

"so what if i did? why do you care?" you fire back, your smirk dripping so hard from your tone that johnny immediately calls you out on it.

"don't play dumb with me, girl! you're such an asshole. we're REALLY done now," johnny growls, though his words don't hold much value anymore considering he's the one that dug his own grave and got mad when he'd sit in it. before you could correct him by saying you two have been broken up for quite some time, the call ends abruptly.

he falls suspiciously dark on social media in the following days, and you make it a part of your day to check on his pages for any activity to get a sense of his side of the situation. your life is more than your phone though, and bi-han likes to remind you.

you're standing idly on the compound, eyes fixated on your screen. as you're absentmindedly scrolling, bi-han walks by and a cold, calloused hand grabs your chin and flicks your head forward. he doesn't even stop to say anything, just pulls your face away from the screen and walks off with an icy huff.

another time, you're sitting across the table from him, one hand on your chopsticks and the other on your phone. bi-han's hands clench so hard his chopsticks snap. you only notice his annoyance when a thin trail of ice snakes around the dishes, crawls up your elbow, and freezes your hand in place. he takes this opportunity to reach across the table and pocket your device in his breast pocket.

"an unnecessary distraction," he grumbles, settling back to his meal. you're left dumbfounded. and no, you stil haven't gotten it back.

for whatever reason he'd rather die than express, he despises your phone. which is odd, considering how he gripped it like it was going to fly away when you sucked him off.

you tried so hard to push these thoughts away, but they haunted you at night like the Ghost of Christmas Horny. it was downright absurd how much he swirled in your mind after a lowly one-night stand, if you could even call it that!

these thoughts simmered over when you were left alone after a long day. there was a chill of wind through your open windows, letting the moonlight seep through the sheer curtains as they dance. everyone was asleep when you got the idea to attempt to relieve the tension you brought upon yourself from your wandering fantasies.

glancing around to pointlessly ensure you're completely alone, your hand dips under your waistband, feeling your aching sex from lack of stimulation. you gasp to yourself and bite down on your palm to silence yourself. once you feel adequately used to the feeling, you begin to slowly please yourself to the memories of bi-han's cock.

the pleasure wears off, but the neediness doesn't. goddamnit, your mind wasn't enough. you needed porn... or that video. if only you had your phone, but right now it was comfortably hugging bi-han's muscular ice pop biddies. you were jealous.

maybe it was out of pathetic desperation, or maybe it was because you were fed up with this dance you two were doing, but you propped yourself up with a huff, settled your clothes back into place, and sought out bi-han's sleeping quarters. your already throbbing cunt was fluttering at the thought of seeing him again, so late.

you walked a decent amount before finally arriving at his room. as your fingers rested on the sliding handle, you freeze when you hear the noises coming from the other side.

"how about that, cage? taught your dog some new tricks. i'd say she's exceeding expectations."

face contorting into horror and intrigue, you slide the door just a crack, enough to slide a penny through and peer in.

the only glowing lights in the room was a lantern... and what appeared to be your phone screen. you could see the faint colors of your phone case with bi-han's hands gripping the back of it. his back is to you as he sits at his large desk littered with scrolls and stationery.

and then you hear his subtle moans. is he... jerking off to the video...? is that why he wanted your phone so damn bad?

you slide the door open fully, hoping to not make enough noise to startle him. but alas, you remind yourself that he is in fact a hardened ninja who's constantly on edge, of course he heard you.

bi-han twists his torso to meet your gaze with a deep exhale. a thick cloud of frosty air spills from his lips. his eyes are uncharacteristically wide as he's frozen in place. when he regains his sense of dignity, he tries to stuff his dick back in his pants, but this proves to be a challenging task due to his flustered state and... size.

"out," he coldly demands, holding that icy eye contact with you that you curse yourself for folding to.

"i want my phone back," you stand your ground, the tension and catching him in the act giving you a surge of ego.

"out," he commands again, this time sounding more like an owner to his dog.

"or what?"

"or you're fixing what you started."

you lurch forward, trying to avoid the lingering horniness from your earlier desperation but it feels like an olympic sport to avert your gaze from his cock, which looked like a beast held down by the shackles of his pants. the damn thing was spilling from his fly, his shaft visibly abused from his private moment.

this distraction proves to be your downfall. bi-han grabs your neck and spins you, pressing your face into the scrolls atop the desk in retaliation. his other hand wraps around your stomach as he pulls himself close to you. his chest fits against the arch of your back like the world's thirstiest puzzle piece. the cryomancer's cold breath on your ear makes you tremble.

"playing this game, are we?" he asks, tone dripping with malice. "couldn't get me out of your head?"

you swallow deeply, completely pinned by his thick arms. his crotch presses into you, settling nicely between your asscheeks. jesus christ, you forget how girthy it is proportional to your body.

"i just wanted... my phone..." you mutter against the wooden surface your face is being shoved on, attempting to loosen yourself from his grasp which only bites you in the ass when you realize you're grinding on him. "my imagination wasn't enough."

"your imagination?" bi-han grumbles, removing the hand from your torso and snaking it down your waistband. "you couldn't have come to me first?" jealousy and irritation leaks from his words.

you tense up at his abrupt offer, trying to crane your neck to look back.

"i didn't know that was an outstanding offer, bi-haaah-" your retort is cut short when bi-han's thick fingers swipe down your folds, gathering a wetness he didn't expect to find so early into the interaction. you silently thank yourself for prepping without knowing. your knees buckle, but bi-han uses his own legs to keep you upright and still.

he lets out a sigh of pleasure at the sight before removing his hands from you entirely. he makes quick work of your pants before working on himself, unleashing his dick once more. you wish you could admire it or at least face the man that's about to boomerang you from the heavens to netherrealm and back again, but the attempt dies when he grabs both of your hands with one of his own and creates a thick pair of frozen handcuffs. involuntarily, you squirm and thrash against his body, trying to free yourself. it's during one of these shimmies that bi-han positions himself at your entrance with a scowl.

"no use in fighting back. you wanted this," bi-han's hand pushes down on the back of your neck, ensuring you're fully in place for him. in one cruel thrust, he slams his cock into your entrance and buries himself deep. "all you've done is distract me since your stupid offer. this is your punishment, slut."

your horniness from earlier already feels completely satiated as your walls clench around his length. you let out a cry at the abrupt abuse of your cunt, but you're not truly complaining. if anything, this is ten times better than that stupid phone. you bite your lip to try and stop the drool pooling in the corner of your mouth, but it's hard to keep your lips shut when he pulls out momentarily before slamming back in. he needs a license for that bioweapon.

as his thrusts grow more rhythmic and accustomed to your hole, his hand reels back before slapping your ass, squeezing hard and feeling the fat pool around his fingers. he relishes in the feeling, how he missed your warm body against his, though he wouldn't tell you this; he'd show you.

he pounds so hard you're starting to forget why you even came there in the first place. you feel filled to the brim each time he reaches the apex of his thrust, surprised he hasn't completely ripped you in half. sure, you'd fit him in your mouth before, but this was an entirely new sensation, and being bound makes it all the better.

you body quakes from the overstimulation, it's just too big and too much. your lashes dampen from the accumulating tears. the sound of skin on skin becomes deafening.

"'s too much-" you whimper out, legs failing you. the only thing keeping you from sliding to the ground is bi-han's hand on your neck. "sl-slow down, please-"

SLAP. another strike on the ass. bi-han was not happy with your request.

"you're not quitting now," bi-han growls, his hand moving to the front of your neck, clenching your jaw. "i feel how wet you are for me. don't act like you don't need this as much as i do."

oh great heavens. he let his feelings slip.

your eyes roll back at his filthy words, feeling zero shame in agreeing. he was wholly right: you needed him like you needed water. the icy handcuffs start to burn your skin, and the feeling in your hands becomes a memory as you're being plowed by that downright dumb dick. and holy shit, you were far closer than you thought.

"c-can't... for, ngh, much longer," you whine out, matching his thrusts by bouncing back onto him, though you're too sloppy to properly maintain a pace in sync. your walls flutter and the contact creates a soggy sound that drips down your thighs and coats his cock as if you're marking your spot. where you belong.

bi-han fully ignores your heads-up and seeks his own high, eyes transfixed on your ass while it juggles against his hips. he could get used to a pussy like this. he should have come to you sooner. his hands shoot to your hips as he squeezes to tightly bruises bloom from your sensitive skin. his eyes are clenched shut and his head tilts downward as he focuses on cumming, and yes, he will cum inside.

"you're going to take every drop, aren't you," bi-han's voice comes out more whiny than usual. you're already familiar with this tone. "you're mine to use, to... claim... hah-" his stoic manners are coming undone as he loses himself inside of you. both of your moans and grunts become needy whimpers and gasps.

he snaps his hips one last time before genuinely needing your body to keep himself upright. his semen thoroughly coats your pussy's walls as his thrusts stagger lazily. you feel your own coil come undone and a wash of heat encapsulates your body. your orgasms paired together feels messy and yet, so perfect. it's like your body already craves more.

bi-han reaches down to your abused pussy, sticking two fingers inside and holds it there.

"if i catch a single drop on my floor, you're not leaving in one piece," he coldly threatens, using his other hand to stick his appendage back into his pants. you have no energy to protest, you just take his fingers numbly as you sprawl your top half on his desk.

"yes, sir..." you slur out, trying to regain your composure.

"and i'm keeping your phone."

you're too cockdrunk still, so his words don't truly register. you just repeat yourself blindly.

"yes, sir."

bi-han lets out a small, barely-there chuckle to himself. the handcuffs shatter into dull shards of ice, giving you a chance to hoist yourself up properly.

"now, get out of my office," he commands one final time,pointing to the exit. your vision is too fuzzy to see the pleased smile on his lips. maybe he can warm up to you over time?

[24hlevi]

— monster mash

gen v characters (marie, jordan, emma, cate, & sam) x gn!reader

summary: how halloween would go w/ the gen v characters

warnings: language

im a day late whoops also these are short but i really wanted to do it so yeah

Marie Moreau -

- marie is pretty normal about halloween, she doesn't get crazy festive about it, it's just a holiday to dress up and get candy or get drunk

– that being said, if you care about the holiday a lot then she will go along with you on it and do anything you want to do

– she wouldn't dress up if she wasn't going out anywhere like to a party or another outing, but she might put a hat on or something to hand out candy to kids

– marie doesn't really enjoy horror movies a lot, mainly thinks the majority of them are dumb and would rather watch just something fall themed and not a horror movie

– however she does love the candy you buy for you two, and will eat most of it before deciding to actually make food because if not she will throw up from eating so much sugar

Jordan Li -

- loves halloween with their whole heart and more, it's their favorite holiday for real

– they wouldn't completely disagree with matching costumes if it's cool, like a couple from a famous movie or something

– jordan will definitely take you to a halloween party to have a fun time together and drink and smoke while dancing

– they are totally going to be complimenting you non stop throughout the night, you just look so good and they love you a lot so obviously they're gonna tell you how good you look

– they will be going out trick or treating with you despite their age it doesn't matter they want candy and they will be getting their candy one way or another

Emma Meyer -

- it will be literally july and emma will already be organizing matching halloween costumes for you and her

– she will 100% choose one of those dumb ones like an angel and devil

– she'd rather hand out candy to kids than go to a party or just watch scary movies with you claiming she won't be scared then is scared shitless when the movie starts

– emma made you help her put up decorations as soon as october hit the first day, and she has a lot of decorations and she is determined to put them all up

– you will be carving pumpkins whether you want to or not, despite how messy it gets, emma adores the tradition of it and makes hers look all cute and pretty somehow

Cate Dunlap -

- cate isn't really big on halloween, she doesn't like going to dumb parties where everyone is in costumes and would rather spend it inside with you

– she will refuse to dress up unless you literally beg her just for fun and for pictures, she reluctantly agrees but it can't be stupid

– cate doesn't particularly enjoy horror movies, but will watch the b-rated dumb ones with you to make you happy that you're watching a festive movie

– the most decorations she likely has is a ghost hanging on the door so people can see, yeah, that's it, literally

– cate only eats candy sometimes, and when she does it's not a lot, so you’ll end up having to give the rest to random kids that show up or walk by

Sam Riordan -

- poor boy doesn't completely understand halloween at first, he doesn't get why dressing up in costumes, getting candy and going to parties is such a big deal

– thankfully you're there to help him with that and show that halloween is a fun holiday

– it's mainly spent at home in onesies watching horror movies and waterworld cause that's his favorite movie while eating expensive candy you bought

– sam found out he loves horror movies, his favorites are the nightmare on elm streets both for how dumb silly they are but also the cool kills in the later movies though he hates the third movie for obvious reasons

– he will eat all the candy you buy in one night i’m dead serious you’ll wake up the next morning and sam is passed out in a sugar coma and won't get up from eating so much candy

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Sorry if I’m a bother, if that’s the case feel free to skip over this one.

I freaking loved it! I’m now inspired to draw Sam with the overlords now! If it’s not too much trouble could I ask for Zestial, Charlie and the rest of the hotel’s reactions to Sam?

(Ooo!😳 what if for Angel’s it’s Valentino who tries to hurt him?! That could get messy!)

A/n: Nah dude you're fine! Though I don't write for Zestial (not that that's your fault I keep forgetting to put that in the rules.)

Warnings (?): nothing major happens but Val's here so warning for abuse. Also, Alastor is hurt in Husk's part and Val is hurt in Angel's part, it's nothing graphic but if you don't want to read about that skip those parts.

!!!not proofread!!!

Charlie: Just as cuddly as you! Gladly accepts any candy from you. She ends up getting candy from the hotel for you. Let's you tag along if it's safe (or at least what she assumes you can handle.) Despite being the princess of Hell it's a known fact that she's a pushover and usually refuses to use her powers. So it's not that much of a surprise when someone attacks her. What is a surprise is how you react. I'm going to be honest, she is at least a little scared of you now. Though she's pretty sure you'd only attack people when they hurt your friends. We’re about 80% sure they're harmless.

Vaggie: She ain't too keen on cuddles, but isn't totally against it. She's not great with kids when they're just chilling so she doesn't know what to do. Also, she isn't one for sweets but appreciates the gesture. You remind her of Charlie in a weird way (but like platonic obviously.) Vaggie got some crayons for today's bonding activity when some random sinner attacked Vaggie. Before Vaggie could defend herself the sinner was ripped off of her. She just stared dumbfounded as you took care of the sinner. Well, there goes her thinking you're like Charlie. I mean sure you seemed sweet when somebody attacked a person you liked. You became terrifying and did anything to defend them- wait never mind you're more like Charlie now.

Angel Dust: Kinda creeped out by you before you do anything tbh. You follow him around nearly everywhere and keep offering him candy, despite barely knowing each other. But he understands you're a kid and may have a hard time showing you care, but he sets a ground rule: NEVER follow him to work. It's not a place for kids to be, and you followed that! Valentino just couldn't keep his hands off Angel even out of the studio. You too were just at a park, it was night so no one was really around. Until Valentino spotted Angel, you didn't hear any of the words that were said between them. But you did see Valentino hit Angel and that was the end of that. Seeing you almost kill Valentino was horrifying but also very cathartic. After the initial shock wears off you get about 20 bags of candy and however much cuddle time you want.

Husk: He's pretty blunt about finding you off-putting. But you don't seem to care and still follow him around like a lost puppy. The fact that him insulting you didn't sour your opinion of him even a little bit concerns him. So he starts to look after you. Not because he cares about you! Just because it'd be messed up to let a kid get manipulated no matter who they are. He totally cares about you. He gives chocolate milk or any sweet drink you like at the bar. One day Husk decided to stand up to Alastor which seemed to be a huge mistake on Husk's part. It would have been if it wasn't for you walking in on the scene. The threats were made good on. Just towards Alastor instead of him doing them. Husk is a little shaken up but hey he's probably free now. Gets you any candy you want and shows you a shit ton of card tricks.

Niffty: Tbh I don't have much to say about her. She finds you interesting but doesn't give you much thought. Though eventually when you protect her she returns your affection. Because you are scary and small which are both things she is.

Sir Pentious: (this is while he's in hell btw) Not great with kids. Like I don't think the egg bois are kids but even if they are the only experience he has with kids is his minions. But he does try! He does care for kids. He'll get you candy and cuddle if you want. He used to try to take over territories a lot. He always failed but he still made a lot of enemies that way. So when one of them finds him and tries to hurt him while you're around? I mean if he still wants that territory he can definitely take it now. To be honest I think he'd find you cool, even if you're more than a little scary.

[agoodomenssideblogiguess]

What if Aziraphale wasn't on earth between 1941 and 1967?

What if, the same way Crowley was brought back to Hell in 1827 Aziraphale was recalled to Heaven in 1941?

Hear me out: Aziraphale has been making slow but steady progress within his character arc right? In 1941 at the end of the night, sharing drinks with Crowley in the bookshop, Aziraphale was willing to accept that things are not always black and white and sometimes there is room for shades of grey (albeit very light grey). Compare this to his thinking concerning Elspeth. Aziraphale kept flip flopping back and forth over whether Elspeth's actions were good or bad. He didn't seem to consider her actions were ethically complicated. In his mind they could either be good or bad depending on whatever information came to light in the moment.

It also seems that after the church, the magic trick, and the shades of grey discussion, Crowley and Aziraphale are back on good terms with one another. At the very least, talking and willing to spend time together again. Other than the mention of how easily accessible the holy water is in the church, Crowley doesn't seem to mention or allude to his request again. However, in 1967, it feels like their interactions are strained again. Aside from the awkwardness and tension in their conversation, it's also strange that Crowley is surprised to see Aziraphale in the Bentley (despite being PARKED IN FRONT OF THE BOOKSHOP) and that Aziraphale is only aware of what Crowley is up to through second-hand means “I work in Soho, I hear things." (You don't need to 'hear things' when Crowley is conducting those things IN FRONT OF THE BOOKSHOP)

So what happened? My theory: Aziraphale has been serving out a punishment in Heaven since 1941.

Fandom consensus seems to be that there is a 1941 pt. 3 coming next season and many are hoping for a kiss or something undeniably romantic (I am too ngl). But what if it's actually a scene where Aziraphale gets dragged back up to heaven?

Shax said that 80-90 years ago was the first time that she heard about Crowley and Aziraphale being an item. We can assume that this 80-90 years ago was during Furfur’s failed evidence presentation to Dagon and F(r)iends.

A lot of demons were hanging around in that scene. It wouldn’t surprise me if one of them (or Shax herself) got in touch with an angel in Heaven and let them know about the rumor downstairs of Crowley working with an angel on Earth.

Obviously, Heaven can’t allow that, and who else could it be other than Aziraphale? He’s the only angel down there, so they recall him. Without evidence though, and given that (1) it's a demon's word against an angel's; (2) less than a century and a half ago, Gabriel awarded Aziraphale a medal for his work on earth (bookstore opening cut scene); and (3) as far as we know, Aziraphale hasn’t had any major offenses other than frivolous use of miracles, I don’t think Heaven can really do much. That doesn’t mean they don’t do anything, I just don’t think they do anything like use hellfire on him or make him fall.

Despite the lack of evidence, Heaven still has to make an example out of Aziraphale for getting caught working with a demon. I think whatever punishment Heaven doles out, keeps Aziraphale up in Heaven for a long time.

(Small tangent: If it can be traced back to one event rather than a slow progression over millenia, this rumor is also probably what makes all the archangels be so cruel to Aziraphale (or at least finally gives them permission to act on what they’ve been wanting to do for ages). Maybe this is when they start looking into Aziraphale’s past endeavors and notice Crowley everywhere.)

It could be worse, if there had been evidence, it would have been worse. Still (Aziraphale might think), this is Heaven, 'the side of good', they wouldn't take it too far. He probably received a trial before his punishment began. And yeah the trial is more for show than anything else, but it's not like Hell would have bothered with any of that. Hell would probably delve right into whatever torture they'd decided for punishment. His time spent in Heaven, no matter how intense the punishment, would have been a breeze to tolerate compared to what Hell would do to Crowley. Speaking of which...

By the time Heaven lets Aziraphale back down to Earth, I think he would be a mess of mindless worry. He had just come to terms with his feelings for Crowley after all. Maybe this is why Aziraphale decides to give Crowley the holy water after all. He's had more than enough time in Heaven to realize that as much as he wants to protect Crowley and keep him safe, all that intent means nothing if he's stuck in Heaven because of his own carelessness. In Aziraphale's absence (or destruction), holy water could keep Crowley safe, at least from Hell, even if it is dangerous. Once Aziraphale is back on Earth, when he hears what Crowley was plotting, it probably further cements his decision to give it to him.

If Aziraphale got taken up to Heaven right after the magic show, he probably has no idea if his palming of the polaroid worked for sure. The bookshop is a safe place for Crowley to be away from Hell, but how long will that last? Is it still an embassy with Aziraphale up here in heaven? Is Crowley defenseless against the other demons down there? Did Hell come for Crowley after all even without evidence?

So how long is Aziraphale gone for? We already know that after Crowley got sent back to hell in 1827 and Aziraphale didn’t see him again for “a very long time.” The next meeting we, as an audience, see between them is the holy water request in 1862. So at worst, Crowley's been in Hell for ~30 years. Heaven probably would have taken Aziraphale back for a similar amount of time. And wow look at that, 26 years ago by between 1941 and 1967.

There’s enough ambiguity in the set and dialogue to allow for this length of absence as well. I already wrote a post about how ridiculous Aziraphale is for saying 'I work in Soho I hear things' in 1967 when the whole scene takes place outside the bookshop and how equally ridiculous Crowley is for seeming to think Aziraphale wouldn't notice him prancing around the block plotting to steal from a church. But maybe Crowley conducting his holy water heist business all over Aziraphale's corner of Soho is because as far as he knows Aziraphale isn't around anymore. In my post, I point out that the bookshop is blocked off by the "Striptease" and "Love Shop Cinema" signs but that you can tell it’s the bookshop because of its pillars.

I admitted that it was weird to cover up half the windows, but didn't really have any diegetic explanation for it. Maybe the explanation is that Aziraphale’s bookshop has been abandoned for years. In which case, I think Crowley might be hanging around Soho caring for it and the books, making sure it doesn't get vandalized, protecting it from snooping humans, etc. (tangent: this could also be why Aziraphale says that the bookshop is both of theirs. Maybe the "plenty of use" he said Crowley got out of it was while Aziraphale was away. Maybe Crowley used it as a pseudo base of operations.)

Aziraphale being gone would also explain why, suddenly, 105 years after his initial request, Crowley is plotting to steal holy water from a church. Aziraphale has been gone a long enough time that Crowley is starting to get antsy. Maybe he’s starting to think that Aziraphale is gone for good (not dead, he is an OPTIMIST DAMMIT). I think Crowley is spurred to start the holy water heist because he thinks Aziraphale isn’t going to be assigned to earth any more and whoever they're sending down next is going to be more of a smitey kind of angel. And if Aziraphale isn’t around anymore, then the demon-proof-except-for-Crowley-bookshop/embassy is also likely not going to stop any demons from getting to Crowley whenever they want. If Aziraphale is really not coming back, then Crowley is alone again, on his own side, for the first time since they saved Job's kids. He's gonna really need that insurance now more than ever and unfortunately, he has no one else to rely on. He’s gonna have to procure it himself, even if it’s dangerous and dumb.

Aziraphale's absence (as much as I am loathe to let go of the theory that Aziraphale and Crowley are just being incredibly dramatic idiots) can also explain some of the dialogue from the 1967 scene.

“What are you doing here?” might seem a silly thing to say when Crowley is parked outside of the bookshop, but makes sense if he's reacting to seeing Aziraphale for the first time in years, so damn close it can’t be a dream, right inside the Bentley.

“I work in Soho, I hear things,” is not just a way to give the audience exposition that Crowley wouldn’t need but a way for Aziraphale to explain why he’s there.

The barely concealed desperation in Crowley's voice when wanting to give Aziraphale a lift home (despite being LITERALLY OUTSIDE THE BOOKSHOP), or to take him anywhere he wants, makes a little more sense if he hasn’t seen him in years, wants to catch up, and doesn’t even know where Aziraphale would be staying if not the bookshop.

If this theory is true and Aziraphale has been absent between 1941 and 1967, it could explain why we don't see the bookshop in the 1967 scene even though everything else in the scene points to it taking place on that corner, it would give Aziraphale a reason for deciding to give Crowley the holy water after all even though hes been stubbornly opposed to it for more than a century, and it could also explain why even though he was making a lot of progress character wise to, it felt like he was regressing again.

[falling-star-cygnus]

ONE BADASS BILLY COMING RIGHT UP >W< -> these two know what's up

thank you all so much for your kind words, by the by!! words can't express how thankful i am that you enjoy my content <3 Masterlist

bare with me, this is about to be a dumpster fire of attempted trick shots and angsty dialogue. LET'S GOOO 🙌

It all happened in an instant.

The shot was lined up, non-lethal upon the Boss's request, and he swore he could see target lines painted in gold-

And the roof caved in on him.

"You've gotten soft, Kid."

It was one of the special occasions that the Hares' weren't making a deal for a Hollow Raid- one with some kinda mechanic enthusiast this time. Why were all the mechanics they met so hellbent on prying into his wiring anyway?

"And I don't just mean your mettle."

It made it hard to find a consistent repairman.

Billy didn't know what his bullet ended up hitting- when the shot went wide- didn't remember much of anything after his head was kathunked by a heavy piece of tin, but he knew it lodged in something fleshy. And he really hoped it wasn't one of his girls.

"Guess some things never change though, huh?"

....really hoped it wasn't one of his girls.

Squirreling his way out of this batch of rubble was thankfully... relatively... painless. At the very least the android kept the majority of his oil inside this time. If Billy ignored the piece of rebar in his abdomen then it wasn't there, and it clatters to the ground forgotten all the same anyway.

A note sits innocuously among the tattered remains of the warehouse, a single geometric flower etched in the corner. It's expensive paper, cardstock the android thinks, with roughly the same feel as a hit card.

Fitting. ________________________________________ Heey, Kid. Enjoy your power nap? By the time you read this, we'll be long gone. So don't bother searching too hard, kay? ;) Or blowing a fuse, the Hare broads are safe. For now, anyway, the tiny one- white hair?- put up one hell of a fight when you went down. Jeez. Anyway, I think you know how these things work. Deliver 5000D to XXXX and you'll get your girls back If you're quick about it, we won't even declaw your kitty ---------------------------+_____________|\_/^

Billy crumples the note before even reaching the sign off. He doesn't care. The location he was given was one he was familiar with, a little hole in the wall where foot traffic was light.

A hole in the wall where everyone had some sort of involvement with each other. No one would be there by accident.

No one would leave by accident either.

The android can feel a familiar buzzing under his plating. A buzz that tinted his video sensors with target signs rather than faces and made his trigger happy fingers even twitchier.

It was terrifyingly familiar.

He wanted to sink into it, let himself fall into old habits until the Boss ordered him out of it. And why shouldn't he, anyway? His family was gone. The people who let him be Billy instead of Billy Kid, the feared enforcer, were gone.

"You've gotten soft, Kid."

War was not a place for soft metals, or gentle hands, or off-beat dances. Billy had gotten careless, allowed himself to become too lax in the clumsy love of people who didn't quite know how to be a family.

This was his fault.

Something bumps into his sneaker.

Billy just barely manages to keep himself from shooting it down, and it's only because the tiny thing's green body registers as familiar.

"Amillion?"

Nicole's little Bangboo, as quiet a thing it is, chitters at him- clutching at his ankle like a needy dog. Billy hates that it soothes the fire ant itch- that need to hurt- under his plating somewhat.

"Did you get yourself hurt?" the android questions as he crouches down.

"Ehn-na. Nah, Nah!"

...yeah, he doesn't know why he asked either. Amillion is a hardy sucker. For a Bangboo, at least.

"Na- ehn-na! Ehn!"

It sticks out it's plush little hand, waving it was such insistence that Billy feels compelled to take it between his fingers. The android keeps his grip gentle, despite-

Discomfort spikes in Billy's head as memories- familiar, warm, memories- are inputted directly into his video processors.

Braiding soft hair, powering off in the sun with the smallest Hares curled into jacket, dancing in cramped living rooms with the weight of socked feet on smooth metal.

His family chases away that burning rage that had threatened to drown him- a life ring in a sea of brownish red tar that drags him back to his body.

"Ehna..."

It takes a few more seconds, mostly because every wire in his body is clinging to the remnants of his girls' voices, but the android snaps back to the present.

Amillion pats his palm with a comforting chirrup.

...right.. Billy wasn't a mindless weapon anymore. He wasn't going to act like one. ->;<- Slinking into a rusty warehouse with a bright green Bangboo hooked onto his shoulder theoretically should've been harder than it was. Especially considering his own choice of bright red leather.

Or- as Nicole would say- his choice of R255 leather.

Heh.

Billy missed his boss.

The android descends on the group with a flurry of bullets, ignoring the screams that ring out as the metal shells find new homes in kneecaps, elbows, and feet. Immobilizing shots.

Not lethal ones.

Although Amillion might not have gotten that memo, considering it's little machine gun causes... quite a few lackeys to drop. But what Billy doesn't dwell on can't hurt him. His abdomen throbs.

It doesn't take long for the head honcho to come scurrying out of his hidey hole.

What do you know, flooding an anthill with blood works just as well as flooding it with water.

The android shoves his gun into the hollow of his jaw.

"Where are they."

"Hey, hey, hey-!" he tries to backpedal, hands raised up by his head, "We can talk about this, yeah? Calm down-"

Billy is freshly out of patience, and apparently- so is the Bangboo, because they pull the hammer back at the same time.

"They're not hurt! Just- oh, who am I kidding, you're not going to kill me." He's not, but Amillion might.

"You've gotten soft, Kid."

It's odd to hear it said again, that phrase that's been rattling around his memory banks. Maybe he has.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing if it means more warm memories to look back on. The android pulls the gun back-

"Wow," the man chuckles, low and mocking and borderline hysteric, "You really have! Showing me mer- hrk!?"

-and pistol whips him.

"Believe me," Billy starts, holstering The Girls to take the man by the back of the neck, "Putting a bullet between your teeth sounds pretty good right now."

The man gulps and if the android had a mouth he'd probably grin.

"Killing you would be mercy."

Compared to what my girls' are going to do to you after I make sure they're ok, Billy tacks on- in the privacy of his head. His fingers twitch on the back of the man's neck.

"If I find out you've hurt them..." "I haven't! I haven't, I swear, they're all ok!"

...and this was the man that called the android soft? He caved so quickly..

After everything is said in done, the man hadn't been lying. Nicole, Nekomata, and Anby are all ok- sans the slight irritation of rope burns and metal cuff chafing. [Anby had to be restrained more effectively]

The girls' let him fuss over them for all of a few minutes before returning the favor tenfold. Which he didn't think was fair- the android wasn't the one that got kidnapped!

"You have a hole in your abdomen!" Nicole nearly screeches, shaking him by his lapels but being careful not to dislodge Amillion from the hook on his shoulder, "Billy!"

"You were in danger!"

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@jegulus-microfic, July 4th - Wings, G, Word Count - 500

Although James' favourite holiday was Christmas, he had a pretty big soft spot for halloween. He loved dressing up and, when he was young, challenging his friends on who can get the most candy. (Marlene almost always won, James was fast but she was fast and cute.)

Even though Regulus didn't like most holidays. (The majority of them excuses for his parents to force him into stuffy suits and participate in family reunions.) The one that evaded this treatment was Halloween, the closest 'favourite' he has. Sure he wasn't allowed to dress up or go trick-or-treating, but Sirius always bought them small boxes of chocolates to eat and they shared ghost stories long into the nights.

So when James proposed that the both of them should wear matching costumes for halloween, Regulus was opposed to it at first. It would feel awkward. I don't have anything to wear. James told him not to worry, and for Regulus to just wear all white.

Which leads to now, Regulus standing outside of James' dorm in white slacks and a sheer white blouse. He feels slightly exposed. He's not used to wearing such a bright colour, but James assured him it was going to be fine.

James comes to the door only moments later, dressed in black head to toe. Black jeans and a black button-up. Regulus instantly feels self-conscious again. "James—"

"You look so good Reggie! Come in, come in. I have the final touches in here." James leaves the door open as he walks further into his room.

Entering James' room, Regulus spots the group of people in here, already getting ready for the Halloween party. Marlene and Peter were wearing blood-splattered suits. Lily was dressed as Strawberry Shortcake and Mary was Orange Blossom. The four of them were sat on Peter's bed as he finished up Lily's makeup.

James reemerges in Regulus' field of view, a big smile on his face as he holds up a halo and a pair of angel wings. "You ready?"

"An angel and devil? How creative James." Regulus states, grabbing the items out of his boyfriend's hands. James laughs as he puts on his own set of accessories, a pair of devil horns and a spiked tail.

"Come on Regulus! You're gonna look so good!" Marlene shouts. She was always high-energy and positive. It scared Regulus the first time he heard how loud she could be.

He slides his arms into the wings and places the halo on his head. Facing James again, he lets out a sigh. "Well?"

James just stares at him for a moment. "You're so hot, you know?" He walks over and holds Regulus' waist. Regulus scoffs with a smile, trying to hide his amusement. "I mean it, mi ángel."

If Regulus wasn't flustered before, he sure is now. "Shut up."

Looking around the room, the both of them see that everyone else is ready to go. Of course, Marlene is the first one to voice such. "Who's ready to party?!"

[noneorother]

The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 3*

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End? This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many ✨Clues✨! My peeps, before I show you the prestige, we need to discuss Maggie. Maggie is SO WEIRD.

Right up top we get her telling us this. Who loves something since they were a baby? Since you were a kid sure, but how can you remember loving something since you were a baby?

This one's fun. The double meaning here is 1) I was a huge uptight nerd so I never went to parties and/or 2) I wasn't a human teenager so I never got to go to your earth parties. But check out when Nina and Maggie *first* meet in her coffee shop. We spend a lot of time in this scene, because it's framed as a meet cute, but it's also full of weird dialogue.

So i'm not a writer, someone feel free to tell me I'm wrong, but Maggie is remembered by Nina AS A COFFEE. She IS a skinny latte. This works on two levels again. 1) You're not important enough to me to remember you as a person, just as an order. 2) You do not fit into my memory of people I know, but subconsciously I remember you as NOT a regular human.

And then again when she leaves the shop, Nina isn't paying attention and just sort of subconsciously replies:

Again, two meanings. Maggie is unimportant to her, Maggie is also a *coffee*.

Which is weird, because as far as I can tell Maggie never drinks a coffee, or anything for that matter. Sure she orders stuff in the shop, and is offered food and alcohol, but we never see her actually drink or eat any of it. She stirs the tea but never takes a sip.

So what IS Maggie then? Many people have pointed out that Maggie and Nina are a coffeeshop AU of our heroes. Their visual presentation seems to be screaming Nina = Crowley! and Maggie = Aziraphale! And they *work* on opposite sides of the street and everything! So is Maggie just a stand-in for Aziraphale then, to make the parable work? Cool, then what's the parable?

Uh oh. What possible AU fiction ends up with the main love interests breaking up with their toxic ex, dancing in a ball and fighting demons together and then... just not ending up together? An AU written by kind of a bad writer who wants to show the two lovebirds he's trying to separate that it will never work. Oh hey look The Metatron is here:

Now, I think the same guy that has been adding bits and pieces in the past would have no problem adding stuff and/or people in the present to make a point. Maggie also seems to be pretty sure about quite a lot of things that I wouldn't be sure about, given the context.

Maggie's knows it's not going to do any good, but she has to tell them anyway? Tell them what, that Nina and Maggie talked it out and never ended up together? Wow, what a great message. Thanks Maggie. Maggie isn't just a downer of an example though, remember she's also A COFFEE! Shoved in Aziraphael's and Crowley's faces, asking them to take it and help her since the beginning.

There's a concept in magic tricks called a force, where it seems like someone has free will ; to put a card anywhere in a deck, or pick a number, or volunteer, but actually the outcome has been chosen for them by the magician for the trick to work. The actual trick is about getting the person to think they've freely chosen to participate in the trick, not the act of revealing the card. The real trick was never making Maggie and Nina try to fall in love, it was getting Aziraphael to think he had freely chosen to help Maggie get this whole thing going. And if we know one thing about Aziraphael, it's that he's actually terrible at magic. Aziraphael has been primed to take the coffee in S2E6, because he's been taking the coffee the whole season. Ready for the prestige reveal after the force? We're going right to The Metatron in Part 4.

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

i broke down someone’s complaints about the jjk series, calling it “disney kaisen,” and this is what i said

the reactions tell me i cooked

fuck it, i'll do it anyway

sukuna lost to the power of friendship

this is a gross underestimation of the fight and the points of his and yuuji's characters. sukuna lost because he felt that all you needed was to be powerful and selfish. which is in part true in how to thrive in the jujutsu world, but we see throughout the series that the point is to move away from that toxic cycle and there are other, better ways than just having the strongest powers and being the strongest character. the story isn't about strength, it's about love. so we see how that love and support (and also tactic and cunningness) prevails over sukuna's ideas that he doesn't need anything or anyone but himself and his raw power.

a main character that was pressumed dead and entered the fighr 5 chapters before its ending was used as a plot device (mind you same character couldn't beat the blond haired twink without assistance and lost to the oldest trick in the book by mahito)

she was presumed dead, but her death was never explicitly confirmed or denied. gege set that up for a reason. was it a plot device? sure, gege treats a lot of the female characters that way (see: hana), but that doesn't mean that it wasn't good or didn't make sense for the story. in fact, the set up was there, gege just fumbled in executing it correctly. arata's technique in halting her injuries from worsening was a plant, gege just forgot to keep it relevant. but that doesn't mean that her return was a cop out, it was just handled poorly.

as for nobara's strength as a chracter, once again, this series is not all about power and also her strength is not relevant to her return.

in the final chapters, characters that were pressumed dead apperantly lived even though they had fakeout deaths

i have some of my own reservations about this stuff and i do think that gege is really fumbling with these last chapters, but even then we still have had MAJOR character deaths, as well as serious injuries, and scars that the cast are suffering from. we just don't get to see the extent of them bc gege has decided to NOT focus on his characters or the post-battle aftermath so of course it doesn't read well. but still, they were just presumed dead, gege is just struggling with the execution of it all

and in our final chapters we get lored bombed with rushed hasty attempts of world building

yeah i actually agree with this one. no notes, i did not like this last chapter.

[small-sinclair]

Hello :3 Imagine this, Bo Sinclair x future s/o that's having major car troubles. The reader seeks out the help of a local mechanic (Bo <3) but absolutely doesn't know how to react when the said mechanic decides to get all flirty. The reader becomes embarrassed -they don't know how to handle such advances but they have a massive crush on the stranger. I can picture Bo getting so cocky at being able to turn them into such a blushing mess with just mere words. Sadly the car "can't" be fixed anytime soon so the reader "has" to stay around much longer than expected. Now, I do suspect that you might be raising your brows at the quotation marks but there is an explanation behind them - an explanation which neither Bo nor his future SO are willing to admit. The car isn't truly in such a bad condition. A quick minor repair could have done the trick, the troublemakers both simply didn't want to part ways. The reader secretly disconnected a cable, while Bo decided to remove some spark plug leads or they did something else to make the car not run, while the other person wasn't looking. Thank you for reading, I know that this request is massive and super duper loaded. I will be grateful for anything you decide to do with it and of course, feel free to edit and change the idea as much as your heart desires. At the end of the day, this is all about us having fun and I know I'm going to love whatever you come up. -Snake, your internet fan ^u^

I love this one! I would do the same, honestly :3 . I tried my best with this one.

Soulmate AU

Bo x reader

Contains: Bo tries to kill you, stealing car parts

You weren't supposed to be in Ambrose this long, both you and Bo can agree on that, but the both of you didn't regret it.

Besides, that's how soulmates work, right? As soon as he felt that ping in his chest and the pull in his heart, he was already yours without you needing to breath his name.

At first, it was your break pads needing repaired along with the break line being cut, but you didn't know that he took the clippers and did the cut. Instead, he told you it'll take a week before the part comes in, forcing you to stay in Ambrose at his home.

Bo wanted to kill you at first, but the way you smiled and worked so easily within his life... it's like your the last piece in his heart puzzle. His mother told him that it would be a miricel before anyone would love him including his soulmate, but you made it look so easy that it made him want to cry. He actually did cry on the fourth night you were here. His heart was bursting and beating so fast that he didn't know what to do. On one hand was his mother's legancy, in the other was thoughts of you being called Y/n Sinclair. When he crept into your room, he was ready to kill you. He raised his knife high above his head and was about to bring it down, but the moon had other plans. She cast her soft glow over your skin and soft lips. You looked like an angel sleeping in one of his old shirts. Bo's heart ached and bleed. He lowered his knife and left the room.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, you fell to his knees and cried silently in his hands. You were it. You were his soulmate.

But weren't making this easy for him. His house truly felt like a home as soon as you stepped into the living room.

Your smile and laughter, how you looked at Vincent without fear, and how you loved on Jonesy and Lester as if you knew them since forever, Bo wanted you to stay, but he knew he couldn't have you. That doesn’t mean he should give up trying to have you stay, though. How he got you to stay longer was stealing the transmitter and spark plugs.

For you? You were just as sneaky as him.

The moment you laid eyes on him, you were in love. You know he was your soulmate as soon as that ping in your chest chimed. It's like something clicked in your brain when he wiped the sweat from his brow and button his work uniform, his smile painting a sunrise, and the way he looked talked and acted-- you were sold.

At first, you acted disappointed when he said you had to stay a week with him and his family until the part came in, but you felt as if you were home as soon as you helped wash the dishes after your first dinner there while staying still long enough for Vincent to draw you. When he told you about the transmitter and the spark plugs along with the unfortent news that you had to say another week, you were more than happy.

Back at the house, you made yourself useful with cleaning, cooking, gardening, and talking. Whenever you were with Bo, you two worked so well with each other that it scared Vincent and Lester. It's like you two knew a dance that was never taught, and it was beautiful.

As the ping grew, you felt like he was made for you. He would talk to you while he leaned in the doorway of your room, hands in his pockets. He felt as if it was so easy to talk to you about his dreams and hopes, and you felt like you could talk to him forever about your past and your ideas of a future home. One night, you two stayed up in until you fell asleep on his shoulder in your room. You two sat on the floor in front of Vincent's old bed as you talked about the best times and worst times until four in the morning. Around you, an empty pizza box along with empty bottles laid around you two.

“Wanna stay?” You asked sleepily. “Just until the sun comes up?”

His answer was a smile and his arms pulling you in.

You wanted to stay forever after learning about your soulmate, but you'll only stay if he wants you too. However, you didn't want to wait for an answer. While his back was turned after putting on the spark plugs, you cut two wires in your car. What were they for? You didn't know.

He slammed the hood on the car and started it up, but it didn't turn. Smiling to yourself, you knew he would have you stay another two nights, and Bo was okay with this.

So, how long did this game of tag go? You taking parts while he broke some?

Well, Lester and Vincent let this game go on for two months. Clearly, they knew what was going on as soon as Bo had Vincent hide your car keys while you had Lester hide your car battery.

"Why can't they just kiss and call it?" Lester complained after watching Bo hide the spark plugs again.

Vincent shrugged while he held out the second set of break lines you took off the car. 'This has to stop, man. I don't know if I can take anymore of this.'

Lester watched as Bo and you danced around each other, both speaking about the missing parts and dinner. You’re thinking spaghetti. “Simps, the lot of them.”

You've been in Ambrose for five months when you felt the ping in your chest tighten. It was so hard that it knocked the wind out of your lungs. You were in the middle of bringing out dinner when it happened, and you dropped the food and fell to the floor. Bo felt the pain, too, as he held he gripped his shirt tightly and coughed.

Lester helped you stand and brought you to the chair before he started cleaning the mess. Vincent brought you water and rubbed your back.

Bo? He went outside and had a cigarette on the porch. He racked his brain until he couldn't take it anymore. To make it stop, to make the pain go away, he had to tell you. He knew you felt the same based off everything, but he didn't know how to tell you about the missing car parts and how he was destroying your car.

That's when he heard you tell Lester to put the battery back into the car and return the wires once he walked through the door.

You made eye contact with him and looked down at the table.

He couldn't believe it. You... you were doing the same thing as him.

Bo let a smile leave as he knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his, and said, "I was doin' the same."

You raised a brow. "What?"

"I've been stealing parts of your car to make you stay," he said, shaking his head, laughing. "I was doin' it because of 'is whole soulmate thing--"

"So, you feel the ping, too?" You asked. "It's been tearing me apart for months!" You smiled at him as the warm feeling around your heart eased. "Here I thought I was going crazy and feeling bad about breaking my car..." you shake your head and smile. "Bo, we are meant to be."

“Sure are, darlin’,” he drawled, laughing He met your smile and kissed your knuckles. As soon as his lips touched your skin, his heart eased and the pain left. He looked up at you with hopeful eyes then asked, "Does that mean I have to fix your car still?"

"Only if you let me give you the tools."

[angelofthenight]

Polite Stranger (Purge Leader) x Reader: Yan!Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Symptoms of psychopathy, Toxic friendship, Unhealthy relationship, Degradation, Stalking, Spying, Trespassing, Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Jealousy, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Superiority complex, Invasion of privacy, Sexual context, Power imbalance, Unwanted touching, Murder, Mention of sexual harassment and assault, Home invasion, Honestly the purge is its own warning, Rushed writing at the end

Word Count: 3.2k

(Reader’s gender is never specified)

Part 2

♡ It all started junior year of highschool private highschool for the upper class

♡ You weren’t upper class at all, fitting into average middle class, but you got in because you were intellectually and academically faster than the public school board 

♡ You didn’t necessarily consider yourself as a genius, you were just a faster learner than your peers and your school wasn't even that good at teaching new things

♡ So you were pretty much average at the new school

♡ It was first day of junior year and the two of you were seated next to each other, the first time you exchanged words was a little near the end of class when you were trying to find your next class on the small paper map you held under the table

♡ You politely asked him for assistance and because you asked so nicely, he escorted you and guided you through the school. For the whole week he basically had you follow him around like a dog so he could show you the ropes of private school

♡ He liked that you needed him and relied on him, it gave him an ego stroke so he decided to keep you around and that’s how you two basically became best friends (except to you the reason was that you guys just got along perfectly) 

♡ He would always tell you how hopeless you’d be without him, but since he said it so cockily you thought he was just being funny (like how most best friends were) and never thought he was actually being serious 

♡ He could also be a little cruel sometimes with teasing you about your financial class

♡ To him, you were his little play thing… until he started getting more possessive of his play thing. In fact he couldn’t even stand the thought of other people talking to you

♡ That’s when the stalking began

♡ He didn’t consider it stalking though, he thought of it more as ‘keeping an eye on you’

♡ The two of you were basically conjoined at the hip during passing periods, lunches, free period, and your two shared classes (one a day) but there were the other five classes where you two were apart

♡ The classes you both had but at different times, he transferred to be in yours. And the other classes he couldn’t change he would leave his class early to stand outside yours until the bell rang

♡ You got a little overwhelmed with his constant presence, it felt suffocating but you never said anything about it

♡ He got to see for himself who talked to you and who you talked to and he mentally took notes on your behavior for each and every one to get a feel for who you liked and disliked; he mentally took notes on each of their behaviors towards you so he knew who to worry about

♡ If anyone got too close to you he took care of it and got his revenge. He’d either sabotage them or humiliate them with dug up dirt he had on them or blackmail them into stop talking to you or if they really liked you then he would frame them for something that would get them kicked out of the school

♡ You were his little toy to play with, no one else's

♡ And he did it all so sneakily that you never once suspected a thing

♡ He basically socially isolates you which wasn’t very hard since you saw majority of the school as stuck up, prissy, rich assholes (even he was one but he grew on you)

♡ But keeping an eye on you at school wasn’t enough

♡ For the first time, you two began hanging out outside of school. Tbh it’s always his idea but he kind of convinces or gaslights you into thinking it was your idea, or he kinda manipulates or tricks you into directly asking 

♡ You feared that he would be shot caller for what you did but he surprisingly preferred you picking, wanting to know where middle class teens go for fun

♡ You hung out a little more than your boundaries would’ve liked so you jokingly called him clingy which resulted in him laughing in your face, knocking your self esteem down a little

♡ But even that wasn’t enough, time you spent without his generous and protecting company still existed

♡ So he stalked you in your spare time without your knowledge 

♡ He still didn’t consider it stalking though, he was just observing you. Like a form of people watching but just focusing on one specific person

♡ He learned the shops and cafes and diners you went to consistently 

♡ This led to him following you home which would lead to him spying on you through your blinds

♡ Until watching you wasn’t enough, he needed to touch

♡ So he snuck into your room when you were absent and dug through all of your belongings, running his hands all over your room. It amused him how much smaller your room was in comparison to his, just adding to his superiority complex toward you. He wanted to explore more of your house but just decided to wait until you invited him to your home yourself, he knew you eventually would due to his ranking title as your best friend

♡ He smirked to himself and turned to your nightstand. A collage of photos were set on the wall of you with two other girls and one of the photos was of you three as kids holding up matching silver heart necklaces. The same necklace that rested around your lampshade, the ‘B’ in BFF etched onto the center. His brows pierced together. What the hell?

♡ No. He was your best friend. Who were those lowlife pigs you shared air with?!

♡ It was at that moment of rage and jealousy that he realized how he truly felt about you, he was in love with you

♡ He didn’t confess to you right away, in his cruel mind you had to earn it. But that didn’t mean his possessiveness didn’t worsen. He got more cruel with keeping others away from you and pushed your boundaries even more, he even pushed boundaries you didn’t even know he pushed like violating your privacy. He learned your phone passcode so he could go through your phone when you weren’t looking and that allowed him to learn your email login

♡ After knowing how easy it was sneak into your room he began doing it much more often, thus forming a more obsessive infatuation with you

“Why don’t you ever invite me to your house? Are you embarrassed?”

“Oh… um. There’s nothing special at my place and I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Well, I am.”

♡ Since he’s so politely blatant, he gets you into inviting him yourself to your house where he gets to meet your parents and explore the parts of your home beyond your bedroom. As you two hang around in your room he asks about the two girls on your wall

“Oh them? They’ve been my best friends since 3rd grade, they go to the public school I used to go to.”

♡ He turns to you with a dark look in his eyes, one that you’ve grown familiar with but it still unsettled you each time. “Aren’t I your best friend?”

♡ You shifted in an uncomfortable state. “Well… I can have more than one best friend.” You dodged the question out of nervousness 

♡ He took a step toward you and you took one back which led your knees right into the edge of your bed, causing you to fall into a seated position. He took another step closer so that one foot was in between yours and he planted his hands on either side of the bed beside your hips. He bent his knees to lean his face closer to yours as you leaned back

♡ “Or maybe you see me as something more.” He breathed huskily on your reddening face, he never got that physically close before

♡ You were so caught off guard and flustered that you couldn’t even think of any words to say, lips parted and breath barely present in your chest. He didn’t care nor realize your silence before he leaned in to press his lips into yours, a deepness in the movement of his lips

♡ The way he kissed you was so intoxicating and satisfying that no matter how you felt about him you kissed back and closed your eyes just as he did

♡ The kiss was slow yet heated up into a sensual manner as he placed one hand on the side of your neck with his thumb caressing your jawline and his other hand wrapped around the hip area near the top of your thigh

♡ He rocked his head in and out of the warm kiss before he reattached his lips to the crook of your neck, a soft flinched gasp squeezing your throat. The hand that was once on your neck traveled under your armpit to grip onto your shoulder from behind as he worked on the other one. He attacked your neck in smooth kisses then sucking kisses, opening his mouth to let your soft flesh enter the hot encompass of his mouth and wet dragging tongue

♡ Your mewling moans encouraged his abuse on your neck that was beginning to fade into hickeys. His desperate sucks transitioned into lovebites, startling you as he bit down on your sensitive skin with his teeth. His fingers on your shoulder gripped harder as if he was an animal chomping down on its dinner, the growls emitting from his throat as he sensually chewed adding onto the comparison

♡ He finally released your neck, which was now littered with hickeys and dents from lovebites, to run a hand through your hair. You breathed like you were high with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He smirked devilishly as he leaned closer to your face with his fingers still tangled up in your locks

♡ “So are we going to be something more?” He asked with such cockiness in his voice

♡ If you reject him, he’ll manipulate you where you stand into agreeing; twisting your own words around. So no matter your answer, you’re entering a relationship with him 

♡ And then he gets worse; mentally and behaviorally 

♡ Now he’s taking small items from your bedroom and condoning it as just a couples thing

♡ Don’t think you’re now spared from his teasing just because of your relationship, in fact I’d say even those get worse

♡ He teases you about the smallest things which just makes you insecure about the smallest things you never paid much mind to before. But then he’ll do a complete 180 and lovebomb you and praise the same things he previously mocked. Sometimes it just makes you think you’re crazy

♡ He just loves to toy with you so much, whether it be confusing you in a very unhealthy way or just playing with your feelings. He gets such a kick out of it, it’s too much fun. Either way it just makes you depend on him even more, wanting approval/validation and relying on him to raise your self esteem

♡ He also gets ridiculously more clingy (practically breathing down your neck constantly and practically being your new shadow) and touchy. Always having a hand on your waist in the school hallways, always having a hand on your thigh during classes. Even if when you ask him to stop he won’t. In fact, he’d probably mock you about asking him to stop

♡ When the first purge since your relationship comes, he kills your two little friends you just love so much

♡ He’ll never forget the blind vulnerability you displayed in his arms the night after as you cried in grief, a language his psychopathic mind couldn’t understand. He felt a buzz in his chest as you pathetically clung to him as if he wasn’t the one that had hacked a hatchet through their faces multiple hours ago. He loved you weak and trembling in his embrace with him in the role as your vicious protector, it gave him such a pleasured rush

♡ Around 6 months later when you were in his bedroom while he ran out of the room real quick. He walks in on you on your knees beside his open closet door looking up at him with paralyzed horror laced in your features, mouth hung open and his beloved purge mask in your trembling fingers. He stared down at you, not knowing what exactly he was feeling in his gut

♡ “Please tell me this isn’t yours or-or this is a joke or… I’m just hallucinating” You begged with eyes welling up with thick tears and your throat growing raw

♡ He didn’t say anything, not really feeling the sympathetic need to lie. Now that he thought about, he didn’t really care whether you knew or not

♡ You almost couldn’t believe it. “You… you purge?” You recognized the exact mask in your hands as the one the killer from the security tapes wore as he split your friends’ face into two with a shiny axe. “And you… it was you. You killed them… muh-my friends.”

♡ A feeling finally invaded his empty chest from the mention of those pests he thought he’d hear the last of after he exterminated them. “It was legal” He stated with an angered tone of voice; strict when it came to his human right to participate on purge night

♡ “That doesn’t make it right! Are you fucking kidding me!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why would you kill my best friends!” You snapped at him, rising to your feet. “I cried to you! You knew how much they meant to me! You knew how much it affected me because you sat there and watched like a fucking psychopath!”

♡ He didn’t even attempt to comfort you nor try to justify his actions. Just stood there, staring down at you with eyes that said “are you done whining now?”

♡ You threw his mask to the ground and marched up to him to say in his face, “We’re fucking done. You are dead to me and I never want to see you ever again”. You attempted to walk past him but he roughly flung his arm out to stop you. He laughed and looked at you humoredly. “You’re not leaving me” He said with that shit-eating grin of his

♡ You glared, “Watch me”. You shoved through his arm but only made it to the hallway but he threw his body against you, making your back smack hard into the wall as one of the hands pinned your dominant wrist and the other gripped around your jaw to force you to look at him. His smile grew malicious and fear began to settle into your composure. “I said… you’re not leaving me.”

♡ You were afraid, so very afraid of the way he looked down at you, so very afraid of him with the new knowledge of his participation of America’s “all crime is legal” night. But your desire to get out of this relationship with him now rather than later was stronger than your horror. So you jabbed your knee upwards into his groin, making him wheeze in pain loosen his hold on you

♡ You shoved him by the shoulders to the ground and attempted to make a run for it from there but he latched his arms tightly around your leg from the ground. You gasped and looked down at him as he looked up to you with something you had never seen in his eyes before; vulnerable desperacy. “Don’t leave me, (Y/n)! Don’t you dare leave me, baby!” He cried out but his undertone still dipped in anger. “We are meant to be together and I will never let you leave me! I… I love you!” He confessed for the first time

♡ You didn’t let his manipulative tactics work on you this time. “Let-” you kicked your foot to his face to force him to unhand your leg, “-GO!” And as he clutched his bleeding nose, you bolted from his house

♡ Things got so much more worse after that

♡ He got so much worse after that

♡ His stalking grew more intense, he was breaking into your house to try to talk to you, he would harass and assault you any chance he got, just every one of his red flags amplified to a very dangerous level. He would not leave you alone, you could not get rid of him

♡ And there’s only so much a restraining order could do against a wealthy white man

♡ You had drop out of school, you had to move out of town, you bought a taser and a mace, you had to save up money to buy security systems. And you would prepare yourself for the upcoming Purge night

♡ You and him both knew that purge night meant that all efforts to keep him away would fall apart. No laws would exist to protect you from him. And for the first handful of purges, you had escaped him just by a hair out of pure luck

♡ But those purges were the closest experience to hell you had ever been through

♡ He had brutally but legally murdered everyone you cared about and butchered anyone who offered you the slightest bit of protection and slaughtered anyone who took a single step in his way from taking what was rightfully his, even if it was his own family and friends

♡ He had demolished any sanctuary you hid in with the help of his machines, there was no lock that would keep him away for longer than a minute. In fact, he liked the locks (only on purge night of course), he liked the challenge of chasing you. He loved this cruel game of cat and mouse. He loved when you ran, when you tried to fight back, it was so fun for him!

♡ You once foolishly begged for hospitality and protection from a family who looked to have very solid defenses on their home. But you got all four of them killed 

♡ Because he always found you, no matter where you ran and no matter where you hid. He hunted you like a dog. You knew you couldn’t beat him every Purge, and you were petrified of the Purge where he’d ambush you when you least expected it. You feared that inevitable night more than anything ever

♡ For him, he could hardly wait for that night. Where he’d finally swoop you back up into his arms again and then bring you to his bedroom to make love to you to finally release all of his pent up fiery passion. He would drink in your moans as you’d cling to him while you’d experience the best pleasure and you’d regret ever leaving him in the first place

♡ So for as long as he has a pulse, he will dedicate every second of his life to tracking you down and dragging you back home with him

♡ All because of his love for you

[ssouhekii]

wᵢₜₕ ₜₕₑₘ ° . * . ● ☆ • ° .

ᶠᵉᵐ!ᶠʸᵒᵈᵒʳ, ᶠᵉᵐ!ⁿⁱᵏᵒˡᵃⁱ, & ᶠᵉᵐ!ˢʰⁱᵇᵘˢᵃʷᵃ ˣ ᵍⁿ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᶜˢ

warnings: none

a/n: I tried to find the most accurate feminine version of each name. i wasn't sure whether to turn nicole's surname into a feminine version or not, because of the debate about gogol being ukrainian or russian. i kept the surname the same, so sorry if it's inaccurate. not proofread!

Feodora Dostoevskaya

- Her chief love language is acts of service, though these acts could border on terrifying if you weren't the one recieving the favors.

- You'd never doubt that she loves you, though, because to commit a crime for someone is the ultimate act of love.

- You think.

- She'll take care of any major inconvenience for you without you even mentioning it to her.

- If someone had stolen your identity, she'd find them, steal their identity back, and take you on a shopping spree.

- She has eyes everywhere, so never try to hide something that's burdening you. She'll figure it out, and help you fix it anyways.

- Feodora has never known how to express herself truthfully all that well. She may not be able to write a searingly beautiful love poem to the one she loves most, or show them a boombox below their bedroom window and blast a song to declare her love, but she can do other things.

- Her other favorite thing to do for you is play music. Nothing makes dear Feodora happier than seeing you in her audience, big or small, for the cello.

- Aside from cello, she can also play the piano and the harp.

- Feodora mostly plays classical music. However, she'd maybe be convinced to learn a pop or rock song for you. Only for you, though.

- She's also a great listener. She'd love to hear anything you have to say, losing her analytical skills as she gets lost in your voice.

- The only thing that the genius "demon" of the Decay can't figure out is how to stop biting her nails.

- Luckily, you're there to help, buying her press ons or even very short acrylics to stop her biting.

- Unfortunately, rats have very strong teeth. She appreciates the effort, and does her best to stop, though.

Nicole Gogol

- Nicole's chief love language is gifts.

- Whenever she sees you, she'll bring you something. It may be small, just a rock she found or a deck of cards, or it may be huge.

- Like, she-snuck-a-car-into-her-overcoat-large.

- The types of gifts will depend on how you react to them.

- If you get easily freaked out, she'd love to bring you someone's eyeball from her escapades for halloween, or matching lockets with both of your hair for your birthday.

- You're still not sure how she got your hair, and she won't tell you. A magician never reveals her secrets.

- However, if you're not all that squeamish, she'll surprise you in other ways.

- Have you ever seen an albino cat? A two-headed snake? A three-eyed fish? Have you?

- She'll take strange things from any circuses or shows she's travelled with, either to give or just to show you.

- Of course, she wanted to give you all the two headed animals, but you said there wasn't enough space in the house.

- You may serve as the voice of reason in the relationship, but Nicole has smarts of her own.

- She loves to read philosophy books with you, and ramble about her own theories.

- Even if you don't understand, she's glad you listen.

- Nicole loves to put on little magic shows, just for you.

- You've seen every attemptible trick in the book, and you wouldn't hesitate to see any of them again.

- Nicole moves so smoothly when she performs her tricks, and performs them so delicately that you're reminded of how much she cherishes you.

- She wouldn't do any of this for anyone else.

- Occasionally you even get to play assistant to Nicole, watching doves flit away while her arm wraps around you and holds you tight.

- You're always in the audience for dangerous tricks, though. She doesn't think she could bear to see you hurt.

- By the way, Nicole is really strong. Really, really strong. When she works out in the mornings, you often serve as a weight for her push ups.

Tatsumi Shibusawa

- Tatsumi's chief love language just has to be words of affirmation.

- Though she'll shower you with gifts and pay unending attention to you. her favorite thing is to compliment you.

- You are, after all, more amazing than any jewel she's ever seen.

- She loves to show off and impress you. Tatsumi is very vain, so seeing your eyes on her in wonder puts her on top of the world.

- She often tailors clothes for you. She knows your measurements by heart, and many visits to her have been accompanied by a gasp of surprise at a whole outfit completely unprompted.

- Speaking of which, you can expect to wear lots of matching clothes now.

- Whenever you go out, you're often matching. If not a full outfit, you both at least have silver necklaces on.

- Though cold, Tatsumi is a very sentimental person. She will keep anything you give her, and even a paper heart will recieve the same care as one of her crystals.

[is-this-plural]

on the plural chonny songs topic, hes got two original songs with some variation of the line "one will turn to two will turn to five"

"End the Dance." and "Devil's Tricks."

the second one is more especially plural all the way through but i think the first one precontextualizes the line

also Pit. is so so plural to me. you just gotta trust me but it matches the themes of both songs... and Devil's Song. has similar graphics to one major section of pit during the "one will turn to two will turn to five" line

obligatory mention of The Ballad of Dr Jekyll and The Mr Hide Jive for obvious reasons

laplaces angel is DEFINITELY PLURAL "one hundred trillion years all piled up in one brain" and just that whole verse

Not Perfect is so plural to us. on its own lyrically not necessarily but wearing different outfits n singing with voices for each section.

the forest for the trees for similar reasons tbh

tomcat disposables isnt necessarily plural but it feels like its about growing up after a particularly food insecure childhood, in a pretty plural way

honestly theres so many with one solo line that are so so plural in otherwise irrelevant songs

Thermodynamic Lawyer, Push, Mayday,

THE MOSS. i mean "well legend says that one and one is two and that one and two is three" which sort of ends up getting thematically reprised over into mucka blucka

we have even less reason for chonny's inferno i dont think theres a single line thats plural but to me its the. its the plural self acceptance and finding community. "an awfully diverse cast of critters resides down here in hell" you get it.

also also the latest project is based on the Ship of Theseus, and hes making a bunch of variations of the same song and theres nothing particular plural about it yet beyond just. the concept of the Ship of Theseus haha.

ok i think thats it

insert image I Can (imagine anything) Make ANY Chonny Jash Song Plural

It's moments like these that I'm glad I accidentally spoke this blog into existence.

End the Dance: your future self was too late to stop you but god damn it she's still going to try. If there aren't already animatics to this song, you know what to do.

Devil's Tricks: welp, she tried, it didn't work. Honestly, this one hits a little too close to home. I'll have to check out the full album

Pit: Even just the fact this is off the same album as the last two is already promising - why is the youtube upload's description "please do not call headspace"

Jekyll/Hyde Jive: oh come on how can I not?

Laplace's Angel: I almost put the original on the playlist when I first made it, and now I'm annoyed I didn't. Let's redefine reality together

Not Perfect: A flawed whole made of flawed parts? A life that never quite feels like it's entirely yours or always worth doing? Yeah, I see it

Forest for the Trees: This is the girl who's inviting me to run away with her in Laplace's Angel, mental health problems and all. Can't really call it a plural song though

Tomcat Disposables: this song just doesn't sound right to me in a major key, but you're right

Push/Mayday: Don't Die Wondering.

The Moss: Look, there's stretch, and then there's "the concept of math is a CCCC Covered in Discontent reference"

Chonny's Inferno: I see it. Dear anon, I see it

Ship of Theseus: "I did say I was working on one song." Track six wasn't out when you sent this ask, but I'd say it has the right vibes

(Total additions: 4)

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

KHR Witch Au - Varia

Decided to give short rambles about my au. Only do the Varia for now because I'll be busy later. But, I'll do the others later, don't worry!!

@upsilambic @myrmyrtheorca @lixenn

Xanxus - Witch - The once intended heir to the Vongola Coven, but now the head of the independent branch called the Varia. Mostly the same as his canon counterpart, just magically and closer to Tsuna in a reluctant big brother way. He also has more scars from his familiars love for biting him. Namely Squalo. He's grown so used to it, it hardly phases him and he's made a weekly schedule for his familiars.

The Familiars

Squalo - Shark Siren - An aquatic siren with shark like features. He's loyal to his witch through and through. This doesn't stop him from biting Xanxus occasionally however, as for his species, it's an act of deep affection to bite someone close to you. He doesn't like using his siren song, finding it far more fun to fight and hunt without it.

Lussuria - Drider - Half spider, half man. Is there anymore to be said? Lussuria here, while also being the group's main healer, is also in charge of things like mending clothes with his silk, preparing whatever food the other's buy or hunt, and so on. He too, like Squalo, loves to affectionately bite Xanxus. However, he's not allowed to do it that often thanks to the paralyzing venom his bite carries.

Levi A Than - Manticore - Despite what his name would imply, this man isn't any kind of sea creatures or dragon. He's partially insecure about that. He, yet again, is still very aligned with his canon counterpart personality wise. (we remove the creepiness of Levi in this household, because what the hell Akira Amano) He unlike the others, doesn't bite often, it's only happened a few times and he gets upset with himself over it. He does however love to jab the hell out of things, and occasionally people, with his scorpion tail. Thankfully, his venom is easier to control than Lussuria's, so most don't end up poisoned when he does this unless he wants them to. He's also the one who taught Bel how to fly because he has the most similar wings, his are just bigger because of his species.

Belphegor - Incubus - So, see his species right there? By all means, that's what Bel is and what he looks like (bat wings, that thin tail with that pointy heart shaped thing on the end, curved horns), but that's not how he acts. This is because Xanxus technically summoned him when Bel was a child and Bel refused to leave, therefore he wasn't taught any of his species skills or anything, he just has the physical traits and abilities. Instead his personality and skills far more align with the fae because Viper/Mammon was the main one raising him. He definitely has a complex about this, but good luck getting him to admit that. He's bitten Xanxus once too, but more so as a joke and because majority of the others do it.

Viper/Mammon - Fairy/Fae - Normally I'd reserve them for the Arcobaleno, but it's just fitting to put them here after Bel. Technically, not one of Xanxus' familiars, they're Luce's. But, they are Xanxus' tutor and mentor technically. Now they just stick around because they got attached to Xanxus emotionally. Under their cloak they have big ol dot-lined white moth wings (please look up this moth, it's so cute) and sometimes they ever present with antennas, though that seems to change whenever someone looks away or at them. Tricks and scams and pranks are their bread and butter, they love teaching people the art of doing them.

Fran - Kitsune - Viper/Mammon's latest student in the art of trickery. At least their art of trickery, Mukuro and Chrome already taught him theirs. Rather young for a kitsune and familiar, but very strong nonetheless. He adores pranking though. Be it scamming others with leaves disguised as money, convincing people that mud is a lavish meal, and more. He's an unstoppable force and only getting influenced to do worse.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Visions And Voices"

Maul returns to be a menace and freak both me and Ezra out.

Obligatory "I've already done a live reaction version of this episode" link.

From the very beginning, with just the washed out dingy lighting and the whooshing wind sound effect, this episode already feels unsettling. The atmospheric touches here with the storm and lightning and the camera movement and shot choice once things start happening evoke a horror movie.

The way they have Hera's voice fading out and going watery every time Maul calls to Ezra, the way Ezra keeps squinting and blinking and the tiny headshake he gives like he's trying to shake off some fatigue or jerk himself alert, make himself stop seeing things...

He looks so frightened. :(

COURSE I DON'T BLAME HIM WITH THE APPARITION OF MAUL LOOKING LIKE THIS.

Kanan and Zeb both trying to shake him awake after he faints. <3

I mentioned in my original liveblog but this episode gives me major Teen Titans 2003 "Haunted" vibes, with the plotline about a character being menaced by an imaginary villain only they can see. Rebels ultimately diverged from that parallel but my mental "If I had a nickel for every time" associations linger.

Something I loved about this episode was just how present everyone was for Ezra, how worried and concerned they were over him. Like here, all the members of the crew, even Chopper, are crowded in Kanan's room waiting for him to wake up.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra touches the back of his neck like he's trying to rub out some stiffness or ache.

Oh hang on, did I just stumble across another Kanera-Sabezra mirror?

I DID! :D

Getting a little ahead of myself though, gotta appreciate this moment here with Ezra's fond little smile as Sabine bullies AP-5 about the munitions they're taking.

Also Sabine's "Can you believe this guy?" look lol.

Sabine immediately knows to send Chopper for Kanan. (Oh look, the two of them being the Most Important People in Ezra's life again. :D)

Sabine is very worried and alarmed this whole scene. She knows this isn't like him and oh ouch there are those Teen Titans "Haunted" feels come back to stab me again.

It's not actually clear what Maul was doing with this whole making-Ezra-see-him-everywhere trick--and you know it was deliberate, Ezra wasn't getting anything useful out of his end of the mind bond--but honestly the visions going unexplained are effectively creepy and unsettling enough. Personally I think it was one part to scare Ezra, make him doubt himself and his own mind, make him and everyone else think he was going crazy, and one part to manipulate him into doing something horrible he'd regret so that the Rebels would cast him out and drive him to Maul.

:((((

Hera understandably takes Ezra off the mission in light of events and heads it up herself. There's very soft worried mom energy radiating off her in this scene.

I'm kind of amazed Kanan and Sabine putting a tracker on Ezra without telling him didn't get any rancid takes complaining about how ~cLeArLy tOxIc~ it was. Maybe people actually remembered the part of Ezra's characterization where he tends to impulsively go off half-cocked to save people and figured, "Oh, Kanan's taking some obvious precautions in case he does that." Or maybe they decided given two previous kidnapping attempts Kanan was allowed a little paranoia over his kid.

Aaaaaaand this is the first we've heard Ezra's theme in a while.

(Note: Sabine has already painted one of Ezra's new Scout Trooper helmets, which he decides to wear to see Bendu. Even though the last time they rode the speeder into the Bendu's hollow he didn't bother wearing a helmet at all. Upgraded your comfort item/security blanket metaphor there, Ezra, eh?)

Full on horror strings here as we pan up to Maul just chilling like a creeper at the top of the hollow.

The way Ezra almost steps between Maul and Kanan. <3

Something I loved this episode was Ezra consistently rejecting Maul's attempts to touch him, smacking or shoving his hand off his shoulder, deliberately stepping away and keeping a distance.

Since a straightforward request was denied, Maul resorts to blackmail, threatening to broadcast the location of the base to the Empire and oof, Ezra's face.

Maul then dangles the "key to defeating the Sith" carrot in front of them, which activates Ezra's Hero Complex and hyper-responsibility and is what makes him agree to go. See, Maul is his responsibility, it's his fault Maul is even after them in the first place, so Ezra feels a sense of obligation to take care of him as a personal problem.

Love how Kanan says Phoenix Squadron will just wholecloth pack up and move to a new base in order to keep Ezra safe. I don't think it works like that Kanan, lol, but the spirit is appreciated.

Ezra's awfully confident that Maul won't hurt him and, ngl, that is not a risk I would have taken. But Kanan decides to trust Ezra and so the snippet of Ezra's theme that's been playing (marking his gesture of self-sacrifice) gives way to the same cue that played when Vader was descending on top of the TIE Advanced in "Twilight of the Apprentice", kind of an auditory callback to Malachor and the start of this whole arc.

Sabine's already getting the Phantom II prepped. <3

Dathomir looks appropriately hellish. Twisted gnarled trees, barren rocks, broken architecture, drenched in deep red with fog obscuring the horizon.

It's subtle at first and grows more obvious as the episode carries on but Maul is a little bit, ah... bipolar in his actions and displays of emotion here. He oscillates between speaking calmly, growling in frustration, outright snapping at Ezra sometimes, cackling to himself randomly, and of course dropping his voice down into that soft, vulnerable cadence that's his go-to whenever he wants to garner and play to Ezra's sympathies. Ezra takes his erratic behavior in stride, for the most part, doesn't flinch or comment on Maul's mood swings.

Really do love the environment work Rebels does. <3

Ezra flippantly dismissing Maul's murder hoard as "junk" lol.

"Fun" easter egg to note: The scrawled Mand'oa on the wall spells KENOBI.

Aaaaaaand our introduction of the plot device that is the darksaber, displayed prominently under a cubist painting of Satine, whose theme plays as Ezra examines the darksaber. This reference is pure fanservice for TCW fans. It basically means nothing to me emotionally, I was never a fan of Satine or her romance with Obi-Wan, so mostly I just feel offended and creeped out on her behalf that a painting of her got hauled to Maul's murder cave and defaced.

(Interesting to note that the slashes of... paint?... blood?... stuff crosses out Satine's eyes and cuts her throat. Is Maul reveling in his murder of her, trying to relive it by destroying her image? Did he stub out her eyes to stop her from "staring" at him? Who knows.)

Okay I lied, Ezra flinches precisely once, right after Maul yells at him not to touch the darksaber.

I like to think it was possibly calling out to him, the kyber crystal inside a natural siren song to Force wielders, and that's how Ezra knows it's some kind of lightsaber and not just a weird stick.

Love the drums in this music cue. It's got some exotic-sounding eastern instruments in it too, I think I might hear a bit of didgeridoo?

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra screws up his face in preparation to down the potion, it obviously doesn't smell or taste very good lol.

The music turns frantic and rushing when we cut the Sabine and Kanan landing out, like it's telling them to hurry. More exotic instruments, some kind of tinny percussion, cymbals maybe?

Right, so this episode was clearly another Halloween special right? Has all the perfect trappings of one lol.

Maul strays into Dangerously Genre Savvy here; he never intended to pay for using the Nightsisters' magick himself and his dialogue to Ezra seems to indicate he didn't intend to sacrifice Ezra to them either. So his plan was either to evade the spirit witches long enough to get away scott free, or he was counting on other members of the Spectres to come after Ezra trying to save him.

Either way, it leads to one of the creepiest scenes in the show.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The bewildered way Kanan's head jerks around right before the Nightsister spirit possesses him, like he can tell that something freaky is there but he can't tell what or where.

The unnatural character movement the animators use for Possessed!Kanan and Possessed!Sabine is really good; they're limp like puppets for a bit before the spirits take full control, and even afterwards move in jerky, inhuman motions.

And thus a half-dozens angst!fics were written lol. (And still not nearly enough.)

Ngl, Maul technically does show Ezra how to save his friends buuuuut he gets no points for that since he clearly thought Ezra would just write them off and come with him.

I'm still amazed he didn't just kidnap him right there. Kenobi obsession too strong I guess.

Other people have already pointed out the irony of Maul screaming at Ezra to forget the past and his attachments while himself being obsessed with the past and clearly trying to use Ezra as a Replacement Goldfish for Savage but I'll mention that anyway.

You know, the Fridge Horror of this episode is really unsettling. I know at least one fanficcer and @better-call-mau1 have asked the question of how, exactly, does possessing Kanan and Sabine allow the Nightsisters to rebuild their clan? They're either going to use Kanan and Sabine to perform some kind of freaky necromancy ritual, use them to lure other Rebels in (seems like it'd have limited effectiveness, eventually Rebel Command would decide retrieval isn't worth it), or they would rebuild the clan using more... ah... conventional means.

Add that unsettling thought to how possessed Sabine seems to stalk Ezra, specifically, while the possessed Kanan returns to the altar and fkhkhffjhjhgggfgjjjj--

Yeah.

"That doesn't belong to you!" "Then take it from me, Jedi!" Are they talking about the darksaber or Sabine's body?

...Yes.

This music cue is amazing. Possessed Sabine scrabbling on the ground like a feral animal while Ezra just calmly Force Pushes her out of the threshold is excellently staged.

Well that's a heart eyes expression if I ever saw one lol.

Sometimes I like to listen to different language tracks for specific dramatic parts of shows or movies, to see how other actors do it, compare performance notes and kjsahfkajshfkajh one of the Chinese Nightsister-possessed Kanans was one of the most horrifying scary things I've ever heard.

This scene is just heartwrenching. A lot of this episode was spoiled in the trailers so this maybe didn't have as much dramatic impact as it should have had at the time but I still found it pretty gut-punching. A little short, maybe. That's about it.

This is one of Ezra's finer moments, frankly, outsmarting and defeating the Nightsister spirits. You really feel the care he has for Kanan. Love it. <3

From the moment Ezra said that the answer to destroying the Sith was "Obi-Wan Kenobi" I think I knew it was a false flag and what Maul had manipulated him to see. Because, obviously, they key is Luke.

Interesting how Ezra thinks if Obi-Wan doesn't, eventually, fight, that the Sith can't be stopped. He's pinning a lot of hopes on a man who doesn't, ultimately, wind up being the narrative Chosen One who accomplishes that task. Again, more on that later in "Twin Suns".

Ezra seems to pay Sabine a glance as he passes, aww.

*PORTENTS OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT*

This episode is one of my favorites, and the "Haunted" mental connections are only one of the reasons why. It's got great dialogue, creepy suspense, adorable subtle Sabezra moments, furthering of Maul's slow mental degradation and descent into full ruin, and Ezra gets to be amazingly self-sacrificing, brave, and awesome in it. What's not to love?

[tumblingxelian]

For the Salty Ask, any fandom:

#1 What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

#6 Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

#11 Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

(Smashes a glass bottle on my face) Let's fucking do this!

#1 What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Gosh there are too many to list in a single post, and a few may get me targeted assassins XD

I'm quite lukewarm on Rei & Mina from Sailor Moon, maybe reflecting that I wasn't super into the manga & only watched some of the live action stuff but still.

Reylo, obviously. Other Star Wars would be Obi-Wan/anyone really, and also the fact people actually treat Anakin and Padme as romantic or like they could have a functional relationship scares me.

If we do a quick drive-by on ATLA, I really don't get why Azula & Aang became so popular, or Zuko & Katara. Or more, the best explanations I have for them still leave me going :/ at best. So there's that.

In Warcraft we have Thrall & Jaina, which is just 100% a case of, "Wow, they sure are standing next to each other" as far as ships go. Also for WOW is Jaina & Sylvanas, I only get it aesthetically, kinda.

Felix & Kagami from ML has me like ???? I didn't watch past S3 though so ??? Also that people treat Gabirel & Emile or Gabriel & Nathalie as like.. healthy is just... What!? I get the ships, I don't get the fanon spin on them.

In Dragon Ball, this one also draws targeting fire, but I never really got Vegeta & Bulma, which is canon I know, but still. A fling is one thing but an actual relationship just leaves me head-scratching. Also not sure if this is still the case, but I recall Gohan & Piccolo as being weirdly popular back in the olden days, and like, what!?

In DC, oh boy, gonna piss some people off with this one, but:

Bruce & any long term relationship, I don't care if its Selina, Talia, Clark, or Diana, or Harvey. This is not a man who can commit to another human being, because he's committed himself to staling the utterly uninterested Gotham City. Anything claiming otherwise is positively incomprehensible to me.

Also I don't grasp why Dick & Babs is so popular, or Tim & Steph, or Tim & Jason. The former has some history, but it so often feels like crow-barring two former high school crushes who have moved on together against their will. The latter is just like,... No, just no.

Within RWBY, if we are strictly going by popular pairs then I really don't get Weiss & Jaune, or Ruby & Jaune. I'm not even talking about like, V2 behavior or whatever, they've all grown, but I don't see how they've grown in a way that leads to these being popular ships. I had a similar stance on Blake & Sun when it was a major player; like attraction can be there without me thinking it works as a ship.

Also Ironwood & Glynda is just like... She could not be more utterly not into him if she tried, why are you people forcing it? Same with Winter & Qrow, their dynamic doesn't even have a fun rivals to lovers vibe to it.

Also as I believe you mentioned but Oscar & Ruby doesn't click with me. Again, I can sort of follow the logic, but I always end up at, "Why is this what you want?" Because to get to it, at least when it comes to the more intense advocates, it usually involved ripping out all the interesting stuff from their dynamic and characters for hurt comfort fic material.

You're gonna kill me.

But I have similar feelings about Ruby & Penny. I can see it more than Oscar & Ruby, but at the same time I just... It doesn't click with me and most stuff I see of it removes all the interesting character drama and dynamics so I get bored outside of a purely aesthetic appreciation level.

#6 Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

Sort of an interesting spin on this, I kind of tricked myself into enjoying a ship I previously didn't like through fandom.

Specifically when writing a Sailor Moon fanfic, I tweaked Usagi & Mamoru's dynamic to be a bit more like their mutual antagonism from the early anime, but cos both were on equal footing, I found their banter really enjoyable to write & started vibing with it.

There might be others but I am drawing a blank right now ><

#11 Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Yamcha.

Always Yamcha, forever Yamcha, my poor sweet victim of character desolation, Yamcha!

He's introduced in the comedic part of the series with this premise being that he's a powerful and dangerous bandit, who is chronically shy around girls and is deeply romantic, wanting a family.

He's shown to be a skilled fighter who developed powerful techniques on his own with zero training. He knows tons of martial arts lore, was a nice mix of sensible but brave and basically Goku's big brother.

But he kept getting used as the WORF and then after being killed via kamakaze after stepping up to protect his younger friend from such a fate, he is memed to death by the fandom. & is later characterized as a cheater despite having been nothing but loyal to Bulma across the series. Has his desire for a married life & family surgically removed & given to Krillin, & basically gets treated like trash for the rest of time.

Outside of DB...

Pretty much every character, creature or faction I find interesting in Warcraft is hated or regarded with indifference so that's fun XD

As to specific characters from other series:

Chloe of ML, people hating on an already hated in universe 14 year old whose neglectful, corrupt father left her to be raised by he staff in a room that makes a dentist surgery look homey & who otherwise only taught her the worst lessons imaginable. Along with an emotionally and verbally abusive mother & who was actively groomed by the main villain of the series who has known her since she was a child are just... For fucks sake she's 14.

Lila of ML, she's a messy, confusing ass character cos it seems the writers don't have a solid idea for her. But like, within the first three seasons at least, she's still a 14 year old who has two adults with cameras plated in her room manipulating and controlling her.

Azula of ATLA, another 14 year old who was treat like shit by the adults in her family. She's a weapon to her father, a monster by birth to her mother, "Crazy" to an allegedly kind old uncle who has killed infinitely more people than her & only felt bad when it impacted him. Seriously, fuck all those doing Azula hate. She's a better villain than Ozia, a more merciful and skilled general than Iroh, and seems to have at least some actual loyalty to her family unlike Ursa who only cared about Zuko.

Mai of ATLA, People hate her for her dead pan affect and the fact she's not cradling Zuko's sof lil baby head, and or between him & the ship for him they like. Fuck off again, Mai's fun.

Cinder of RWBY, villains are meant to do bad things. Villains like Cinder do not appreciate being blackmailed. Villains like Cinder don't appreciate people who know their secrets, like using the Lamp, being around to hold it over her head later. She's not stupid, some people just lack media literacy.

Harriet of RWBY, while I get that she's not super popular, I tend to find the level of vitriol she gets uncomfortable at best. Like, it often feels less like people not getting the characters role & more like, some people running will with the chance to be unrelentingly hostile towards a fictional black woman. Elm gets some of this but is more often forgotten.

Talia of DC, there is so much racism both in canon and fanon and its heartbreaking.